Warframe [Sihroa Rok] - Breathing in furls; of white and gold [Part 2]
They've know each other for relative years, from the depths of an infested freight ship to the expanse of a blooming garden Warren and Malaphin have remained close. Both awkward, and emotionally clumsy, it takes a chance biological fault to bring them back to the tenno's place to convene - admit their congested feelings brought by shared emotional repair.
And of course, they are each other's 'first'.(Adult Tenno)
Characters | Operative Diviyoni-Jacob Warren and Malaphin the chimeric warframe
Contents | Cuddling, morning after, lubricant, frotting, anal, knotting, aftercare, oral
Length | 4,579w
It’s beneath the behest of sleep did their bodies entangle, where they lie as Warren’s fingers trace along the golden muscles. They laze in their exploration between the exposed muscles and the excalibur’s back, cupping around the exhausted winglets that flicker among the realms of sleep.
Hair furls between their heads as somatic blue drifts open half-conscious, smiling as claws clutch up along his bare thighs, strumming against the white rifts that mars along his thighs. Freeing his leg from being wound up in the warframe’s on resting thighs, and a half-broken grunt, Warren props himself against a curled fist as he looks over the sleeping warframe before him.
A slight spread of teeth, the relaxed hold that cups against his thighs, the purring tone that rolls through Malaphin’s chest as his palms press against skin, pulling Warren against him in a tired hold.
Warren chuckles, “wake up sleepy,” he whispers, kissing the gaze of amber metallics. He holds himself steady as a disgruntled groan rolls from the warframe, claws dancing along his sides and strain to pull him close – the stretch of dangerous legs that lead down to the splaying of white paws. ‘Must’ve needed that nap,’ the tenno muses, pulling himself out of the embracing hands.
“Diviii,” mumbles at his side as he props himself up. A scrunch of golden muscles signals a furling of features, a clawed hand presses against the warframe’s face. “Eugh, how long were we out…?” his palm rubs against his nonexistent eyes, his optics straining for initiate.
Pulling his legs up as he settles his back against the cushions, Warren looks over to the screen implanted into the open edge of the alcove. “Eh, probably about what, two to three hours or so?” he laughs, watching as the warframe claws himself back to sit massaging against his face. “No sleep on the way back, I assume,” he half-smiles, as well as he can with half of his face a snarl of corrupted teeth.
“Mhnm,” Malaphin groans, trying to find sense as his arms rest against his bent knees. For a moment his head presses back onto the cool metal wall behind them, a hand pries over his exposed muscle features before crawling down against a strain in his neck. “Yeah,” he pauses, sluggish as he stares at the ceiling – not anywhere he’s used to waking to. At least just yet; glancing down at himself and then over to where Warren has rested himself at his side. “That-that wasn’t a dream,” he whispers.
“Not at all,” the tenno snorts, resettling himself up against the prime’s side – their bodies pulled together again by claws. “I mean –“ he almost laughs, “if you want, we can keep ‘dreaming.” His hand holds against the excalibur’s features, a guidance that ends as their foreheads meet. “If you’re still game, that is,” he kisses teeth.
As Warren pulls back, Malaphin sits in silence. Whorls of energy fold around his golden features, a warmth he tries to hide beneath his hand as he looks down himself. A splitting already sits on his crotch; his thoughts still caught in the dream lulling in his thoughts. Holding Warren down, the pleading whimpers that echo in his head from their first intimate bout just hours earlier. The aching drawls of enamoring ‘fuck me’s coaxed as he thrust into his commander, jerking him between coiling legs – he tries to yank himself away from the thoughts. It only makes him hide in his palms.
“Malaphin,” hangs from a skewed jaw, concern; and realization “I-I didn’t mean it like that,” he leans against the prime. “Only saying…” he pauses, and sighs, “need a moment?”
“Y-yeah,” twists from the prime, catching in his throat – but also relieved as he pulls the tenno against him. Wanted in return; he exhales. Not to dwell on it; he changes the subject, “So, uh… those toys you got… I assume you’ve been using them for a while?”
“Ah, yeah,” Warren sits up, their arms still linking. “I don’t really… sleep with whomever gives me the time, so I just used them whenever.” His barely shrugs his shoulders in acknowledgement, lying his head onto the prime’s shoulder. “It works to get out whatever I need for the most part, but they have left me wanting more.”
If the warframe had any facial features intact, his mouth would press a line. “Though uh… from what I’ve seen they aren’t very intricate…. Where’d you get the knowledge though if you haven’t slept with anyone else though?”
“Eh,” Warren sighs, “there’s a friend of mine, well connected to whatever trace of porn industry there currently is. Probably saw one or two of his videos when you were perusing around.”
Malaphin’s head falls back against the wall. “Ah… makes sense…. you’ve seen his?”
Warren nods, fingers peeling through his hair behind his nape. “I was… curious about what a volt’s would look like – turns out not at all similar.” He tries to smile. “Yours… doesn’t look like his at all.”
“Well, that’s at least reassuring…” the prime pauses, “were you trying to see what mine would be like…?” A smile traces his cadence.
Void and somatic eye look to the prime, then away. Cheeks running warm.
Malaphin chuckles and pulls Warren back. “Guess that makes two of us. By the void… I’m glad.”
A smile meets the kiss of golden tendrils, messing within the furls of auburn as the tenno shifts, pulled back on top of the warframe. Eyes ease close as it returns to a full open embrace, hands palming against Warren’s sides, claws scratching against the unairu cloak protecting skin. A slight gesture eases them apart, where a smile is traced by moisture. “Okay, love dove,” Warren smiles, pressing himself into a sit. “We’ll go again… but let’s decide on whats gonna happen first.” An ebb of transference energy cradles between them, a meld of their thoughts. Currently empty.
Against the cushion the winglets spread. “What ideas do you have, Divi?”
“I… I don’t have any, actually,” he laughs. “What about you, Mal?”
Holding the tenno firm, the pleading of hands against his back. Warren crying for more; fists balling into the sheets as thrusts make him absolutely squirm – Warren exhales, rocking himself against the splitting he feels beneath him of a rising arousal. A smile as the phantom of a hand cups Malaphin’s chin; breaking the prime out of his lulling thoughts. “Ah -uhm…” and it’s bolstered as the tenno echoes the desire – of an erection drawing him to ache and coil, a hand holding his erection as hands dig into the fabric held pinned by body and arm. Pressed dominate, drawing him into trembles; fingers inside his mouth against his moans.
“I call that a deal,” Warren smiles, reaching over for the lube. “I kinda… want to…” his words trail, brow furling.
“Take my knot?” the prime finishes.
“Yeah!” Warren perks up, “I’m… gonna need help though getting ready. A…” his mouth presses flat. “Okay, this is going to sound a lil weird… but could finger my butt.” His expression remains flat, void of humor except for the flush in his cheeks. “To… get me ready taking you up there. It’d be better suited to… get all of you up in there.” He chews his lip; remembering how much pressure lied beyond what he managed to fit earlier – he doesn’t do much there with the toys.
“Uh, sure,” Malaphin sits up, hand open as the tenno offers him the bottle. “Anything else I need to know,” he chuckles, moving into a kneel as the tenno shifts.
“My body’s pretty much… nonfunctional this point. Unless your fingers can generate its own lube, please use the bottle,” Warren sighs, hitching himself up on the area between the landing and the alcove. Resting his stomach against the cushions as he looks over his shoulder, arms sat folded as he watches the Warframe move behind him. Only for a moment before he turns back, resting his warm face against his arms.
Behind him Malaphin kneels over one of the tenno’s legs. They both maneuver in whichever way its needed to find the tenno’s legs spread comfortably, where claws easily ease down the crease of his rear or cup down against his front and make him rock. A breath sighs from the tenno as he tries to make himself settle, nerves still stinging anxious and taut as he listens to the prime settle into a straddling sit against his shin – his ankle pinned in place by his ass.
Clicking off the bottle’s lid, the prime pours a small amount into his palm.
It’s set onto the landing beside Warren as Malaphin sits himself back. “You ready?” he whispers against the tenno’s shoulder.
“Mhm.” Warren nods, trying to get himself to relax.
And contact make him exhale as claws cup down between his legs, stroking against the Y-shape seal that protects his intimate biology. Back, forth, and spread, the motions draw themselves as the prime’s head rest against Warren’s shoulder. Gently stroking nearer, and nearer to the area of focus before moving past it. He angles himself back as fingers spread his skin, prodding against his white-traced seal to coax the ease of arousal. When it leaves, it’s only for a moment as the bottle is plucked back out of his view to replenish.
“Mhnn,” bone claws knead against his forearm as he eases his face from his arms, easing himself back as lubricated claws ease against his blooming arousal and splay back. Golden maw tentacles kiss against his nape as they pervade against his rear; glad to have the foresight of dulling the claws for Malaphin so long ago as they press against him, easing lubrication between his forming erection and small white furl of a tail. Where one eventually eases its way inside. “Mal,” he oozes between his arms.
Tendrils kiss against his neck “Tell me when you’re good,” his singular digit thrusts.
Warren tries to look back between his hair and corrupted arm. “I’m good for a second, Mal,” he sighs, taking a deep exhale as the singular eases out of him – only to rub again a pair. “Mmhm.”
Malaphin keeps the pace slow.
He alternates from strokes, spreads, and thrusts, holding his palm beneath the tenno’s white coils for a moment before he moves to resume. Lubricant cups against the ease of muscles as Warren pries a hand through his hair, murmuring as it moves onto three fingers, sound aching from him as a hand finds hold of his now well-formed erection. “Mal,” he groans, a hand curling to grip against the hair of his nape, leaning against a well-formed fist pressing against the landing. Spread, taunted, his body twitches; exited and entered once more to a groan.
A lubricated hand wraps around his glowing erection. “Think you’re good to try?” the prime whispers against his bonespur ear.
Warren pulls his hair out of the way of his voided sight to stare back. “I-ah, think I am,” he tries to chuckle – but the prime’s still inside him, pleading him in place. “Mhmmn, here’s a good position,” he tries to shuffle, rocking around the fingers that eventually leave him. Warren mounts himself against the divide of the alcove and the landing, trying to look back as claws dance along his waist. Uncertain of the excalibur’s plan as of yet
His furl of white coils that make his erection finds it first, an erection that presses below his own drawing backwards and forth. A hand seizes against his side as the other wraps around their erections, fingers spreading the traces of lube around the catching coils and his own self-sufficient golden. “Hold like this, for a little bit?” the prime whispers against his nape, hand gliding up Warren’s side.
“Sure,” the tenno smiles, leaning his head back. Indulging in their meeting erections, Warren eases himself onto his elbows in full, angled out to look over the rest of the residence as claws spread against his left side beneath his shirt.
Petting over the erogenous flesh, Malaphin slowly draws his hips back to rock their met arousal within the white coils. His palm does little more than to support them as he ruts his girth beneath the tenno’s, pressing himself near in full, settling Warren between his body and the maroon cushioning. Back, and forth, the prime moves slowly, easing his maw-bound tendrils against the furls of an exposed neck.
Warren leans his head up and away from the attention he receives to his sensitive throat, a granting permission to lap their warmth as he rocks himself back against for their meeting arousals. His body holds onto the prime’s girth as the hand once more leaves, as well as the mouth as once more the bottle is picked up – and the comfort of their body to body wanes, the lid snapping open… then shut.
He bites his lip as he looks back to the prime, rolling his legs as a hand settles on his waist. The bottle settled back beside him on the landing. Malaphin looks at him, a moment of pause; his hand holds himself inline with Warren’s body, leaning against the slicken muscle.
There’s a nod, followed by an oozing groan.
“Maaaal,” Warren whimpers, feeling the warframe’s girth pressing inside him, stretching against his walls as their bodies meet once more. The hand returns to his erection. “Mnm,” he grunts, arching back as the length eases itself nearly out – and then presses back inside him only to pull back again. Still a slight ache. “Keep going,” he whispers back, a hand furling through his hair.
And so, Malaphin does. Pressing himself almost completely inside before he dips himself out once more.
A motion that repeats until Malaphin finally settles himself against Warren’s spine, content that the tenno is comfortable around his girth. He still can’t fit the growing swell, they both agree.
Warren kneels pressed against the cushion, fists balling against the cold tile as the excalibur begins his slow drawn thrusts. Attention aches against the tenno’s neck as the girth is squeezed inside his void corrupted body, impartial to the norm of biology as his arousal pleas against the cushion. Coils wisp against the soft material as his body rocks back and forth, pressured down as his formed sack is pat with the prime’s own. “Mmhn, Malaphin,” Warren groans, squeezing the intrusion, enjoying the dominance against his back.
Claws trace against his spread thighs, drifting along the rifts of white that decorate from his curling tail to his bent knees. They coax over his skin, indexes drawing crescents as the body behind him presses, then release in a near tidal manner.
It eases him into a slow rhythm as his breath whispers between his teeth, as head is slowly eased to expose more of his throat as it arches back – barely releasing the murmur of his partner’s name.
Claws dance up along his side as he’s pressed again, the pressure against his walls taut. Dark digits dance up along Warren’s chest as the prime leans up against him, palming up along the commander’s throat and jaw into a gentle hold.
“Divi,” the excalibur sighs, pressing his swelling knot against loosen muscle. “Want to move…? I don’t want to press you too hard.”
Warren smiles back, head leaning up against the groaning fangs. “Yeah, could I be on top?” he whispers back, coiling an arm back to take hold of the excalibur’s face.
“Certainly,” Malaphin returns, bending himself into meet them in a tendril kiss.
It traces against the tenno’s jaw as it hangs nearly lax, lapping against the snarling trembling teeth.
Pulling himself free, Malaphin lies himself back against the cushions that border the divide between the rooms. His erection sits perked, knot swollen in arousal as he guides Warren over on top of him. There’s a smile on his lips as he straddles, pressing himself back against the golden twitches, a hand holding over his white glow as he jerks it back into a normal phallic shape.
Aiming himself, stilling his spurred arousal, the prime groans as Warren sinks back around him, watching the tenno’s features twist in desire and relief as he settles back above the knot. Incoherent legs try to find their placement as the cushions make it awkward to sit in a crouch above the knot. Breaths exchange between them as their heads meet once more, Warren’s legs in the meantime finding fixture to press against the cushions, scrunching himself as claws splay around his rear. Hands dig against Malaphin’s knees as the trembling legs find new positioning, giving room for them to watch over the other in full as only whimpers and groans share between them.
Claws dig into Warren’s shirt as he bucks against the prime’s stomach, his hands pressuring against Malaphin’s chest as the golden erection pervades in his body. Thrusts bounce between them as hair sticks against Warren’s teeth, against his mouth as his sight lull between fully closed and half lid, a tempo that rocks halved words from the tenno. “Malaphnn,” he grunts, hands seeking up against the open maw breathing back.
“Divi,” Malaphin gasps, claws splaying against the shuttering hips as their bodies jerk one into the other, grasping and coiling into the commander’s tussled tank top. He takes a firm handful, mismatching claws yanking them together bucking and grinding as Warren writhes helplessly against the knot; he gasps around the tendrils that steal his breath, there a singular tongue meets a fury of many. Desire anchors the man in place, bone claws digging around a forearm as another spreads the flesh of furling golden vents. He tries to find hold of the divider as he buckles – forcing himself to slow his pace as his legs twist and coil around the excalibur’s, tarsal claws entwining with emboldened ecstasy as the prime’s paws flex against the sheets beneath them.
Aching in every breath, groaning as he endures the tremendous pressure in his rear and the size waiting beyond it, Warren’s knuckles plead against the prime, taking a fistful assertion against the cushion beneath the prime’s raised arm – a hand holding against his cheek ever so gentle. “Mal-ahn, Malaphinnn,” nips at the remains of his lips, sweat laden hair sticks against his skin as he tries to find words, “ahn, fuck,” he whimpers, forcing himself to sit upright. His fist pressing against Malaphin’s chest.
Bucking, rocking, it pervades as their only attentions as claws dig against skin, ensnaring their bodies close despite the clashing hips. Warren’s lip trembles as he rocks himself around the erection inside him, his own already made dripping from the exhilaration of yearning lust.
A hand frees itself from pressing against the prime, leaning back as his other finds hold of his aching body as he tries to steady himself. Warren stares over himself and the prime’s stomach as his wrist churns his pulsing girth. “Mhnfuck, Mal,” Warren gasps, jerking himself as the body beneath him strains to steady. His mouth hangs agape, eyes unfocused as he bucks against his hand. “Imma…” he whimpers,
Dark claws embrace around the jerking hand, observing as the coil swarms retain their shape, collecting at the base into a well-integrated knot before the tenno’s hand relents. Supporting himself in a backwards lean, Warren watches as Malaphin jerks and fucks him, offering himself to the prime with a whimper and a smile. “Ah-yeah,” he shutters, “jerk me, fuck,” he gasps, fists balling against the prime’s thigh. So close to his peak.
Edging along it as his words begin to stammer.
Forcing himself down into a welcoming lean, Warren takes the warframe’s face, enthralling into another kiss as he gasps and groans into the tendrils that swarm against his face. As his hips begin to snap, thrusting into the enwrapping palm, he falters into pleading whimpers against Malaphin. Thrusts that make him curse, his teeth gritting as his muscles contract around and throughout his lower body. Between them, he coats the prime’s stomach with each ecstatic twitch, viscous and sticky where it escapes between the dark digits.
Gasping, heaving, the tenno finally pulls himself away. Cum dribbling between Malaphin’s claws.
“That –“ he heaves, hand curling through his hair, “that was… fuck.” He sighs, “that was fucking strong,” he tries to laugh, very well aware of the restraint still inside his body.
Malaphin chuckles, “glad you enjoyed it,” he purrs, his breaths deep, and needing as his claws hold down against the tenno’s thighs. “I… I think I need a bit more, till I’m through.” His hips roll, suggesting up against the still penetrated rear. “You think…?”
Warren digs his hand through his hair at the other side, bone claws spreading as the antenna twitch above the bonespur ear. “I… I don’t know, it hasn’t…” He pauses, still aching to bring his breathing down. There’s another moment to pause, and he leans back to put pressure between himself and Malaphin’s knot.
The difference is stark as he inhales sharply as the knot that once daunted his muscles pops inside him. “Oh fuck, Mal,” Warren whimpers, already rolling his hips around the newfound stretch in his dysfunctional bowels. It’s the most it’ll ever get, and it almost instantly sets him back to full mast. His free hand pleads against the excalibur’s chest, messing in the streaks of his spread cum as he rocks along the warframe’s bucking hips, rolling around the sensation.
“Ah, fuck, by the void,” Malaphin drawls, claws digging against the tenno’s unairu skin, accepting the bliss rocketing from his loins and into his cortex. “Divi,” he gasps, “Warren!” His head is held reclined as his optic sensors closed, swarmed by the motions that set his organic circuitry ablaze as the tenno grinds against his pelvis and aching balls. With a hand held against his chest, Warren stabilizing himself against him, he’s not only enamored with the warmth around his girth, nor the increasing mumbles of the man on top of him but with the faints of transferred sensations. The tenno’s pleasure seeps into Malaphin as Warren strains to keep himself steady, bouncing through the snapping hips.
“Malaphaaaaanh,” Warren groans, riding the prime’s swelling erection. “Fuck-aanh! Damn- fuck me,” he whimpers, arching into the bucks, “fuck me!” His hands wring against Malaphin’s chest as claws almost dig against his skin, stuck on top by the swollen knot. Drool glistens the edge of his lips as his brilliant somatic blue stares over the gritting teeth of the prime; his cheeks are utterly flushed with heat, a hand already again at his erection. “Fuck me,” he moans, jerking his need.
Palms press their bodies together as the excalibur’s feet scratch into the sheets, slamming himself with as much strength his legs can muster into the tenno sat around his erection as his teeth grit. Thick spurts clench through him and into Warren’s near exhausted body, filling him into an aching whimper, almost overflowing down onto the sheets.
And Warren aches; inside and out, he feels overworked, drained as he rides out the prime’s explosive orgasm. Barely able to even continue jerking himself out of arousal as his breath remains heavy, labored.
Looking down to the prime, it’s almost if they have the same sentiment.
Malaphin’s claws sit lazy against Warren’s hips, barely even a twitch as the tenno tries to find enough strength to pull them apart.
After a moment, Warren laughs. Stuck on top the prime’s spent knot.
“You spent too?” the prime chuckles, barely lifting his head.
“I… I can’t get enough,” Warren snorts, eyes motioning down to where the golden girth is the only thing keeping him from spilling cum all over the sheets.
“Stuck?” the prime sighs.
“Nah. But I could use a little help,” Warren sighs as well.
A moment to pause.
A moment long enough they can share an exhale.
“It’s a lot, aint it?” Malaphin stares up, looking between himself and where the tenno’s body sits.
“Eh,” Warren shrugs, “probably, given the fucking load you gave me earlier.”
The excalibur’s head falls back against the open divider with a huff. “No luck then…?”
“I’m guessing no,” Warren flinches as he tries to sit up, “doesn’t help I’ve another erection now because of your damn knot.”
Silence.
Malaphin paws his thumb against Warren’s hips. “I got an idea.”
“What?”
“Let’s roll over.”
“I…. what?”
Before he can question further, lead by the knot connecting him to the excalibur, Warren finds himself beneath Malaphin, head crooked awkward against the cushions of the alcove as he looks up – his hips led by Malaphin’s own. “Trust me,” the prime purrs.
Brows furrowed in confusion, Warren only watching as his lower body is pulled upwards over his head level, far enough that the warframe is in an odd angle – and the tenno gasps a whine as the erection finally pops free of him, cum trailing down his backside.
Before Warren can say anything claws are holding against his inner thigh, keeping them spread as a face nestles between them, as golden tendrils lap at his body. Back to front, the swarm of golden flesh moves from the loads the prime was so generous to give him up and around the knotting of his white glow. Fingers pry against the cushion and sheets as he’s eaten up, brought into the tangles of maw tendrils that trace and squeeze around in every right way the coils need. “Mal,” trembles as he’s taken entirely into the warframe’s mouth. A breath as the tendrils please the coils.
Fingers move from sheets to his skin, pressing him up against the mouth that bobs around his fresh arousal. Between his eagerly drifting sight, Warren strains to concentrate on the prime’s cooing voice that rumbles around his girth. Clenching legs pin Malaphin in place as the tenno watches him indulge around his erection, trying not to thrust.
But fuck.
The tendrils caress around him every which way, a flurry of attention that drags Warren back into explicative, to whimper and whine his partner’s name. Only to finish as the last drop of his second orgasm sinks down the prime’s throat.
Side by side, after recollecting themselves once again, they share a stare at the ceiling.
“You know,” Warren sighs as he lies in bliss, hands crossed against his chest. “That was some good head, Mal,” his sight glances over. “I need to repay you back next time, I guess,” he exhales.
Malaphin sits half between sleep and consciousness, sunk so only his head is against the cushions – about as level with Warren’s stomach. “Might… be a while,” he sighs, “that was… incredible but…that was draining.”
Warren’s mouth draws a flat line. “Yep… guess we aren’t moving much for a while, aren’t we.”
A rhetorical question.
“Nope,” the warframe exhales. “Best to get some sleep, Divi.”
“Yeah,” the tenno inhales, “really fucking hungry though… wonder what that breads looking like now.”
Malaphin glances up at him, but the tenno’s already halfway up to standing – only to collapse back. Legs wobbling.
“Okay, fucking nevermind then,” Warren snarls.
Malaphin snorts, forcing himself up into a sit beside his commander, pressing a kiss at his neck. “Just get some sleep, Divi, worry about it later.”
A pause, and Warren sinks back with the warframe. “Alright,” he huffs, hand digging through his hair. “Just remind me next time we wake up I need a shower.”
“Of course,” Malaphin’s muscles try to force a smile, “now get some rest.”
